A little shorter again, but still holds enough I think... It was time for a little drama! This chapter actually wasn't planned like this, so the drama was different than what I wanted in the first place. Still I hope you like it. And this is the first story I actually use Dei's art!^^

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After Deidara had a breather in the hallway, he slowly followed after Itachi. His legs still felt funny and he didn't trust them enough to run after Itachi and get his show going. He was really excited about showing the raven this, but he shouldn't look so flustered while doing so. Was he blushing?! He must look like a complete idiot. He walked out into the backyard, his hand still on his lips that were just touched. Yeah, he was definitely blushing now.

Itachi wasn't really looking at him, the black eyes focused on Deidara's chest. 'So what did you want to show me?' his deep velvety voice said. Why was Deidara thinking this way now? He liked his teacher, right? He had a crush on Sasori, not on this gorgeous man right in front of him. Why was Itachi so attractive? He was a ticking time bomb, so why would Deidara be attracted to him in the first place? He had proved he didn't like Deidara very much when he yelled at him.

Tanned hands started fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, the blue eyes staring at a patch of grass right over Itachi's shoulder. He had forgotten about Itachi's question, so the black eyes slowly went up to Deidara's, wondering where the blonde's mind flew up to. When Deidara felt the eyes on him, his went up as well, their eyes locking. Embarrassed both of them looked away and to break the awkwardness, Deidara knew now that he should just show what his extra art project was.

Resolute he walked over to the garden table, a cloth covering whatever was under there. In a swift move he pulled the cloth off, knocking over almost everything that was under it. So much for looking cool. Thankfully nothing broke and Itachi didn't laugh at him. That would've taken the beauty out of his art. He mixed some of the stuff together that was on the table, shaking the bottle fiercely. Then he poured it into a little bag, tying it close and then holding it up before Itachi's eyes. The whole kiss was out of Deidara's mind now, a happy smile on his face. This was what he lived for, true beauty.

Itachi wasn't sure what the little bag was supposed to mean and lifted an eyebrow, a confused look on his face. He didn't say anything since Deidara was gesturing he had to wait for it. Quickly the blonde grabbed two pair of goggles from the table, handing one to Itachi. This confused the raven even more, but he put it on nonetheless. Deidara must have a good reason for him to wear one. Deidara's was already fastened on his head and he took a few steps away from Itachi. He pointed at the bag and then a few feet away. Itachi nodded his head like he understood even though he had no idea what was going to happen.

Deidara raised the little bag in the air and then threw it away with a hard throw. When it hit the ground a little further away, it exploded. Itachi's eyes closed tightly and his hands went up to his ears, trying to avoid the sound of reaching him. He had completely missed the whole explosion and what was supposed to be art in it. This was just a mad man at work here.

The other was reacting completely different. Clapping his hands, jumping up and down in joy. This was what art was about. A fleeting beauty, never the same and you have to be lucky enough to see it once. Happily he looked over at Itachi who was still crouched down and his smile disappeared right away. Hadn't he even seen it?

'What the hell did you do that for?' Itachi called out way too loudly, his hands still covering his ears, drowning out all the sounds. This was so unnecessary, blowing a whole in your garden or more like your parents' garden. 'You can't just blow stuff up,' he then commented, not noticing the pout on Deidara's face, soon joined by sad blue eyes. Then the raven did look up at Deidara, only seeing the blonde's retreating back as he ran back towards his house. 'Deidara, where are you going?' he called after him, but was only met with a slam of the door.

Bewildered Itachi stayed footed, unsure if he was supposed to follow Deidara now or wait until he got back out. He didn't even know why Deidara went inside. Maybe he was just getting something. Itachi waited for a few minutes, but when it took almost ten minutes for Deidara to come back out, he went looking for the blonde.

He opened the garden door, glancing around the silent hallway. Deidara didn't seem to be there, but Itachi couldn't just walk in and go looking through the house. That would be rude and he might stumble upon things he didn't want to see. He did step into the house again and walked through the hallway until he reached the kitchen door again. He could hear Deidara's parents talking behind, their laughs telling him it was an amusing conversation. It didn't seem like Deidara was there though.

Heavy footsteps came down the stairs right behind Itachi and he quickly turned, acting like he hadn't been listening to the conversation. He stared up in a pair of blue eyes. Naruto nodded at him, getting off the stairs and pushing passed Itachi. 'He's in his room. Second door to the right,' the blonde boy said, opening the kitchen door and joining the conversation his parents were having.

Itachi glanced up the stairs. He had to go there now. No choice left. Why had Deidara suddenly left for his room? Itachi didn't understand what was going on. Slowly he walked up the stairs, glancing through the hallway upstairs now. He could see a few doors, but his eyes went to the second right one, light coming from under it. Resolute he walked to it, determined to find out what the hell was going on.

He knocked on the door and then almost slapped himself in the face since Deidara couldn't tell him to come in. He just decided he could come in anyway, opening the door. He could see the blonde lying on his bed, face planted on his pillow. Itachi didn't get any reaction out of him. Not even when he sat beside him and gave his shoulder a soft shake. Itachi sighed softly, not knowing what he was supposed to do anymore. 'Deidara, you can't just keep ignoring me. I have no idea what's wrong.' Because apparently I did something wrong, he finished in his head.

Deidara crawled of his bed, walking over to his desk. He grabbed one of his white boards he had lying around the house and scribbled something on it. Without looking Itachi's way, he held the board op for him to read. No one likes my art. Was the only thing it said. Itachi didn't understand. What was his art then? The board was pulled away and wiped clean, so Deidara could scribble the next thing on it. An explosion is fleeting and that is what art is supposed to look like.

Itachi raised a questioning eyebrow. 'That explosion earlier is what you call art?' he asked unbelievably. That was just the weirdest thing ever. How could an explosion be art?

Deidara turned towards him, anger now written on his face. That was just the most insulting thing Itachi could've said. Of course the explosion was his art. It was what he was showing the raven in the first place and then that tone. At least pretend you understand. Deidara ripped a piece of paper out of a notebook and started writing a lot more down for Itachi to read. He would explain carefully why an explosion was art and why Itachi was a dumbass who didn't understand any of it. When he was done, he walked over to Itachi and pushed the piece of paper against his chest, letting the raven know he was still angry.

An explosion is fleeting. It's all over in a matter of seconds. It's never the same. The colors are always different, the size, the sound. It's ever changing. Nothing is as beautiful as that. How it holds power, but is yet so small when you first create it. You are lucky to have seen it when it comes, since it won't be around for long. True art is an explosion.

Itachi brought the piece of paper down again, his eyes turned sad now. He didn't agree with Deidara per se, but he understood he had screwed this up. The blonde was very angry. He saw it in the short sentences and the pressure that was used on the pen when he wrote it. He had insulted Deidara without even meaning to, but he should've known. How could he have been so blind? The drawings that were all over the art room. They belonged to Deidara and apparently the teacher loved them. But Sasori hadn't agreed with Deidara's point of view on art. That was what Hidan had said before. Why hang all the drawings up in the first place.

The white board was raised again and Deidara wrote something new on it. At least Sasori pretends to like my art. Before the words really got through to Itachi, the board was smashed down back on the desk and Deidara was already out the door, running down the stairs and getting into the kitchen.

Itachi was still on the bed, staring after Deidara. Was this art thing really that bad? And then what he said last about Sasori. What was that supposed to mean really? That Sasori was better than him since he pretended to like his art? Itachi could pretend to like his art, but that didn't mean anything. He could try to like Deidara's art for real and be so much more than Sasori. That teacher didn't have the right to snatch Deidara away from him. Not after he had felt those soft luscious lips for real now. How he wanted to feel them again, tasting Deidara again. It had been so amazing, but so short. Fleeting almost, like Deidara's art. See, he could understand, he could understand perfectly.

Characters © Masashi Kishimoto

Enough drama for this fluffy story? I will put some more in probably;)

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